Conspiracy Theory

There is a conspiracy
dark and insidious
creeping on its belly
through the loins of
humanity.

We cannot touch it
with our hands
or see it
with our eyes
but anyone who breathes
must surely smell it
by now.

Can you feel the tentacles
reaching out for our innocent children
stealing their childhood with dark intentions?

Is it still allowed to be a "carefree little kid"?
Do we push and push until their hearts give up?

Are we listening anymore
or just trying to keep our children busy?

Has anyone figured out why ADD is a growing issue?
Attention Deficit Disorder = not enough attention.

Can we still make time to hold
their faces and smile in their eyes
to be truly there for them
when all else is crumbling away
and nothing makes sense or has value anymore?

Are we going to fight these demons
or let them abduct our offspring
and take them into cyberspace for good?

Joanne Cucinello

Possession

Some people are so frightful or evil-minded, beyond all reasoning, that we might think they are possessed by demons.  It’s hard to imagine. But I have seen a different “Possession” take place in these last months, days and hours of my husband’s life.

I must tell you. . . if you’re willing to listen with your heart, that there are people, so wide-open to goodness, that they’ve unknowingly allowed an Angel to step inside their bodies now and then, and use them on earth’s plane, to do unbelievable majestic acts of love.  They sometimes become Possessed by such love . . . even if only for a moment, but those moments are extraordinary, and remain alive in the hearts of those they’ve touched forever.

I have seen Doctors, Nurses, Technicians . . . “Strangers”, respond to my husband with such tenderness, kindness and a sudden “recognition” of his goodness . . . as if they knew they were supposed to, in some small way . . .  love this man.

And friends who’d call or write or walk through our door . . . to love him at just the right time, when he was beginning to see his body change and weaken so much~ that he was feeling quite unlovable.  These were friends who allowed the angels to hop inside and move them past their busy day, to bring some comfort to their slowly dying friend.

But then, there were my grown children and their partners, who for months and days on end, became so comfortable letting angels guide them, that they spent the last few days till his death, selflessly open to the point that they were shining . . . yes, SHINING! The love and care, which took every moment of those last few days and nights, the tenderness and dignity, the cleaning, changing sheets, administering medications every hour, taking turns by my side.  They were almost growing wings! They were so full of love for their Dad and for me~ there was no separation. We were bound together to let him safely leave with the angels, when that golden light left his eyes.  And they flew away so peacefully, his soul’s spirit wrapped in their wings.  The room was silent at 3:33 in the sunlit afternoon when he passed. . . and our hearts were finally lifted.  And that was our POSSESSION~

And the Two Became One

Oh, I knew it would happen one day

but I dreamed we’d die together, like Romeo and Juliette.

After all, . . . how could I live without you, my Romeo?

Yet here I am today . . . just Me, just One of us,

looking at pictures, the two of us together through the years,

remembering your eyes, your smile; wanting never to forget

your voice and how it sounded, when you spoke my name.

And I, so wanting to feel you again, like those times when

you’d playfully sneak up behind me at the kitchen sink.

You'd push my hair aside to plant your lips upon my neck with

kisses, so warmed by your breath, that I’d drop the soap and melt.

Oh God! I was so in love with you!

All these years!  

How do I start to live without you?

How do I become just Me?

Joanne  2018